[Dove]
In rap goes apartment leave your chart bent off of hits
And catch mad love with a mix
Scream on fire like grits and make sure the shine spits
Do away with all ignorance
Look out for the roaches and the pits Mr. Burns beware
[Mos Def]
I be the Mr. Bern like the Bernstein Bears
Keep it Sloppy like Joe cuz Joe don't care
But as long as I maintain savoirfaire
And the bums on the street chump change I spare
Keep it slick like James Brown hair, do
keep it raw like the Z Ave crew, true
The temperature's high up, or H-D
If the last thing's a booger you can't count on me
I'm a give a cockroaches, Mos Definitely
[Posdonus]
Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here
I guess a De La Soul jam's been placed in your ear
Added sugar to the thoughts of the inner-city circle
Who might have to hurt you on a night that's late
When you're in the wrong town picking up your date
I guess your date wasn't set on having you for a mate
Chorus: Dove
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I, to disagree?
I travelled the world and the seven seas
And everybody, say it's gotta be funky
[Posdonus]
We be the Suns party people rotate around the fun
(It's Plug One) One never played no guns
I specialize in never putting wool over the eyes
This is the tower of stain that wouldn't be surprised
if you didn't apply it to the ordinary skin
I'm a MC in love with the way-back-when
Match pens to pad, I be Ayamo's dad
Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad
[Dove]
Now we in a sticky situation but we make it FON-KAY
And bring it back to the days of watching PU-NKY
Brewster, used ta, be in L.I. fl
